Nothing, friends, is more beautiful to me Than love which weathered all the storms of life And still sails smoothly on a pleasant sea, Nor dreads the spots with storms and billows rife. For, like a ship with white, outstanding sail, Timbered with oak and sturdy, well-wrought keel, It fears not, cares not, for the fiercest gale When love, its guiding hand, is at the wheel. No fog shall cloud its glistening, shining wake, No storms shall bend each sturdy, knotted mast. No rocks nor shoal their toll of lives shall take, It bids defiance to the icy blast, And like a white-winged bird of peace it goes From port to port, and in a quiet way It spreads its sweetness like a blushing rose, And proves that love, when true, has strength to stay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |